For those who live in the United States, you have probably heard about the Charlottesville March. I have never been more horrified in my life and more compelled to share my story with all of you.

 I am Chinese and I was 7 years old when I entered third grade. My mother sent me to a new private school at the time. Little did I know that the next three years would change me for the rest of my life.

When I first began life seemed normal until a month later. Towards the beginning of the second month, I was being called racial slursand accused of eating dogs. My so called classmates purposely pretended that I did not exist within class. On the playground I was physically beaten up and told to go hang myself. When I went to the teachers, they turned a blind eye to their actions occassionally mocking me along with the other students.

I lost trust in everyone and authority I met. I lost hope and confidence in myself and my ethnicity. I was ashamed of who I was and was only 8 years old when I attempted my first suicide. It would take me 3 years of suffering that mental and physical abuse to have the courage to go to my mother and tell her what had happened.

I'm sharing my story not because I'm trying to get attention. I didn't tell it for sympathy or pity. I'm not doing this for politics or for support.  I'm telling you what had happen to remind you that I'm a human too. Like you I have feelings and like you I can be hurt.

Each one of us were born from a human being. 

Each one of us have a beating heart and blood running through our veins.

So why?

Why do we need to tear one another apart over ethnicity, religion, gender, or uality?

Why can't we accept one another despite ethnicity, religion, gender, or uality?